Who slaughters the pigs around here?

Gone are the ruins of their establishments
from the dirt and stones rises another power
more ruthless and merciless than the last
a never ending circle of corrupted disturbances

but who can judge the human mind
the relentless struggle towards power
who's lies have been warped into a whirlpool of misconceptions

creeping evil, has infiltrated every orifice of our nation
gather brothers and sisters
who can stop us?
not the man in white, nor the smelly pig,
fuck you, wig wearing bastards too, reeking of filth

why push your ideals upon the individuals
in the grind, no room left to squeal
how difficult is it to make things equal
live without pressure
happiness amongst all peoples

 but alas this ideal is unreal
the reality speaks louder than all else
and evil is everywhere

lurking between you and I
hidden, like the fabricated ideals of our foundation,
beneath white lies
ever so comfortable with our demise